Chapter 786: Like Mist, Like Rain, Like Wind

After finishing his cigarette and the conversation, Wang Yan watched the station chief return before walking over to the bench under the corridor at the corner with a smile. Xia Jie was sitting there, feeling dejected and listless.

Just moments ago, Wang Shouyi had said that Zhang Zhijie had found a lead among the released prisoners and had taken the station staff out to crack down on gambling. This was an event that happened in the original story; not only did they catch the gamblers, but they also brought back Li Dawei's biological father, causing a bit of a scene.

It was also on this same day that the Dr. Wu from the original story came looking for her daughter. Because Dr. Wu wanted to report her daughter as missing, Xia Jie asked her to provide a blood sample first, which displeased her. After a commotion, Xia Jie went out with Officer Cheng to find the child, eventually locating her at a classmate's house, where Xia Jie received another slap.

Of course, the matter didn't end there. Dr. Wu believed that Xia Jie asking for a blood sample was a curse upon her, so what followed was a series of complaints—calling the 12345 hotline, reporting to the provincial department—it was quite insane; she was determined to make Xia Jie apologize to her.

Xia Jie held her ground at first, but later she had no choice. The station chief, Wang, even wanted other female comrades in the station to apologize on her behalf. She had no choice but to go. The problem with this matter lay with Station Wang Suozhang, Song Ju, and the municipal bureau; it made it seem as if the police were incredibly spineless.

Of course, this is not entirely incomprehensible. After all, the original intention of filming this TV series was to let people understand ordinary police officers, which inherently contains a sense of "political correctness." If the police could really reach this point—where a single complaint leads to a group of people being dragged out to apologize—their reputation could never be that poor.

Xia Jie blinked her large eyes, watching Wang Yan sit down beside her, looking somewhat innocent and aggrieved.

Wang Yan looked at her with a smile, then immediately frowned. Shamelessly, he reached out and touched Xia Jie's slightly red and swollen face: "Who did this?"

Xia Jie flinched. Her face, already red and swollen, turned even redder—not just red, but hot. She hurriedly swatted Wang Yan's hand away, lowered her head, and dangled her feet.

She said nonchalantly: "It's nothing, I just accidentally bumped into something."

"Accidentally bumped your face into someone else's hand? That's quite an accident." Wang Yan waved his hand and laughed, "Don't worry, we are police officers; could I be that impulsive? We must try to remain calm and objective. Tell me, whether I can solve it or not, you'll feel better if you just say it out loud."

"It really is nothing. It was just near evening when a woman came over... then she wanted to hit the child, I blocked it, and didn't this slap land on my face? And she kept shouting that she wouldn't let it go and wanted to complain about me. I didn't actually feel anything about the slap; it's just that I feel that with a mother like her, that girl Jingjing must be incredibly suppressed. It reminds me of my mother, reminds me of my childhood—there's a sense of suffocation."

"I understand. So this Dr. Wu you mentioned is in a similar situation to your mother—both have been triggered, affecting their mental state, leading to some paranoia. But don't blame me for being meddlesome: you haven't even sorted out your own affairs, yet you're thinking of backing someone else's child. Do you think that's realistic? Besides, they are biological mother and daughter; what are you? Even if you have the heart, you should study your mother first. How has she been lately? Any breakthroughs?"

Xia Jie sighed: "She went to Qingdao, so I've had some peace and quiet. But I suppose there is progress; at least my attitude is firm now. Before, she would always cry while talking, dragging my father into it. Whenever she cried, I would soften, agreeing to whatever she said, feeling incredibly annoyed but unable to refuse. But it's better now; if she cries, I cry too, but I just won't agree. She calls Song Ju and the station, but I don't answer her calls and I don't go home. She's restrained herself quite a bit now."

Thinking of her own mother, Xia Jie felt miserable. When she was little, she looked forward to growing up, thinking that once she grew up, she could escape her mother's control. But now that she was grown and working, the constant arguing continued. It was very annoying.

Wang Yan shook his head: "You should find your mother a companion or something. Once her energy is diverted, she won't worry about you anymore. Who knows, she might not even think of you by then."

This was what happened in the original story; her mother's romantic life outside wasn't going well, so she would come back and torment Xia Jie. Having a mother like this is truly annoying. Although there are reasons for it, it's not entirely understandable; while some level of drama is understandable, she was just too much.

"My aunt told me about this, and I agree. I don't need to worry about the rest. She's taken care of me all these years, struggling with me, and it's been hard for her too. I'm actually quite willing to see her form a new family and live her own life."

"Perhaps when that day really comes and she has no time to bother with you, ignoring you, you might feel lost instead. 'There is nothing better in the world than a mother; a child with a mother is a treasure'—that's not just a saying." Wang Yan smiled, then turned to ask, "Are you really not aggrieved?"

"A little, I suppose. After all, I was slapped for no reason; no matter how I think about it, I can't just act like it didn't happen." Xia Jie's tone was very low.

"Based on your description, I think this woman's mental state is definitely not good. I suspect her family life is unhappy, perhaps she's gone through a divorce. Don't be so surprised; analyze it—if there were a man in charge at home, would a woman have to step up to find the child? You didn't see a man appear just now, nor did you hear her mention one. This clearly indicates a problem."

"It's highly likely she's been affected by this, her mood is sour, her mental state is unstable, and she's venting her temper on those around her. Otherwise, why would a twelve-year-old girl not want to go home? She's just using your incident as an excuse to vent her own unhappiness. Since she said it wasn't over, I suspect it really isn't over. It wouldn't surprise me if she comes back tomorrow to demand an explanation."

"She wouldn't, would she? That would be too shameless." Xia Jie appeared skeptical, but in reality, she already believed him. After all, Wang Yan had never been wrong. On the other hand, she had visited the Xincheng Aofu residential area entirely; although she hadn't met everyone, she had spoken directly with over three thousand people, so she had a certain understanding.

"It's fine, don't worry if she comes. If she doesn't, I'll take you to their home tomorrow night. People like this must be dealt with. Not to mention anything else, the fact that the little girl named Jingjing has already started running away shows the extent of the problem. If this issue isn't resolved, and she keeps running over here saying her daughter is missing, is that appropriate?"

Wang Yan laughed, "You have the most say when it comes to these people. You try to reason with her, and she throws a tantrum. We could use official measures, but it's not worth it, and it looks bad. Besides, she'd just start crying and wailing about how hard her life is. I'll talk to her tomorrow, don't worry. Come, turn around, let me see how bad the injury is. If it's not serious, we'll let it go; if it is, we'll have to detain her."

"Oh, it's really nothing." Although she said that, Xia Jie turned her head back, her eyes drifting, not daring to look at anyone.

Wang Yan reached out again, gently stroking Xia Jie's face. The station was very quiet at this time. They were sitting at the corner, with their backs to the light, and only a faint, dim twilight illuminated their location. Ye Dongjing, backlit—it's always hard not to stir up strange thoughts.

Xia Jie's eyes stopped drifting because her face was being held by Wang Yan's hands. She could only blink and look straight into Wang Yan's deep eyes. Those eyes were darker than the darkness, becoming bright. She looked at Wang Yan's bright eyes.

Feeling the heat of her face, feeling the expectation in her eyes, Wang Yan ultimately did not fail her, leaning in directly.

It wasn't the slow, drawn-out approach seen in movies; it was crisp, decisive, passionate, and direct.

A good way to comfort someone when things aren't resolved is definitely to divert their attention, letting one thing replace another; this is also a method of guiding perception. Wang Yan was well-versed in this, and even more shameless. This move of diversion, this move of taking advantage of the situation...

Xia Jie felt like she was in the clouds, her feet without roots. She felt warm hands wandering over her body, and her body sent back feedback—soft, hot, and itchy, like mist, like rain, like wind. This feeling made her resist, yet it made her indulge.

What broke their ambiguous, passionate kiss wasn't Xia Jie's lung capacity, but the sound of a damn car engine. This brought Xia Jie back to her senses. She hurriedly pushed Wang Yan away and gave the shameless Wang Yan, who was licking his upper lip and raising his eyebrows, a slap. She glared at him fiercely, then covered her burning face with both hands, panting heavily.

"Do you feel better now?"

Xia Jie glared at Wang Yan: "Shameless."

"You, you're just stubborn."

"You better stay away from me, it's embarrassing if someone sees..."

"What if they see? Are we not allowed to date?"

"Did I agree? Why are you so shameless?"

"I've approved it, so it's settled." Wang Yan laughed and bumped her with his shoulder.

Xia Jie pushed Wang Yan hard with her hands: "They've brought people back, hurry up and go help. Let me stay by myself for a while, I beg you, okay? Please, just go."

She was embarrassed, and things had progressed too quickly, catching her off guard, so she wanted to be alone. Wang Yan, of course, wouldn't be that oblivious. He ruffled her hair and left with a smile, leaving Xia Jie alone, holding her burning face, frowning one moment and giggling the next.

Emerging from the corner, the backyard was already quite lively. Several cars were parked inside, more were parked outside, and a crowd of comrades in police uniforms and plainclothes were escorting people into the station, noisy and chaotic. Wang Shouyi had already trotted out, asking Gao Chao for detailed information. Li Dawei had also heard the commotion and was helping to restrain the detainees.

Li Dawei had been quite happy, asking about the situation and talking about his experiences today, showing off about his new merit, helping to send people to the detention room in the basement. But after one such trip, he couldn't smile anymore.

Looking at his biological father, Li Yisheng, who looked a bit chubby, had a buzz cut with graying hair, and was covering his face with his handcuffed hands, Li Dawei no longer had a smile. He stood frozen in place until someone bumped into him because he was in the way, which brought him back to his senses.

As soon as he recovered, Li Dawei went up and pushed Li Yisheng, causing the old man to stumble, and shouted: "Why are you here? Have you lived enough? Have you lost all shame?"

"Li Dawei!" Wang Shouyi heard the commotion, saw the situation, and scolded him angrily, "What are you doing? How can you lay hands on them? Get out of my sight and stand aside."

Hearing the reprimand, Li Dawei, whose eyes were already red, walked aside dejectedly, hugging his arms in anger. Of course, there was also worry; after all, he had only just been warned, and his biological father had been caught for gambling. It was bound to have some impact.

Of course, this was just Li Dawei's own thinking. In the original story, it was shown that Li Yisheng hadn't participated in gambling; he had just gone to find someone. It was a false alarm, and there were no issues at all.

Xia Jie also heard the commotion. Seeing Wang Yan standing there watching the fun, she walked over to his side, bumped Wang Yan's arm with her shoulder, and winked at him.

Wang Yan, of course, understood Xia Jie's inquiring look and tilted his head toward Li Yisheng's back: "Li Dawei's biological father."

"Participating in gambling?"

"Li Dawei got anxious as soon as he saw his father appear, went up and pushed him, and got scolded by the station chief. Although they were brought in together, the specifics still need to be investigated. It's impossible to determine right now."

Xia Jie shook her head and sighed: "This really is..."

Wang Yan didn't pick up on that, asking with a smile: "Weren't you going to stay by yourself? Why did you come out?"

She rolled her eyes, pinched Wang Yan's arm angrily, and went to help escort the detainees.

"Wang Yan, come here for a second." Wang Shouyi had finished understanding the situation from Gao Chao and beckoned to Wang Yan, who was watching the fun. When he approached, he asked, "What's going on with Li Dawei?"

"The one just now is Li Dawei's biological father."

Wang Shouyi knitted his brows, looked at Li Dawei standing there, and finally let out a long sigh: "This day, there's never a moment of peace."

Wang Yan laughed: "It still needs to be investigated, doesn't it? Besides, if it were during a political vetting, he definitely wouldn't pass, but he's already passed that stage and has been in the police force for over two months, plus he has some merit. Even if he really was gambling, it's not a big problem. It's just that promotion will be difficult. But Station Chief, let's be honest, how many of us in the station have a career path? If you help him fight for it, I don't think it's a big problem."

"Why don't you be the station chief then, and fight for it yourself." Wang Shouyi glared, looking very annoyed.

Wang Yan didn't take the bait at all. Every time he was told to be station chief—who was he looking down on? If he wanted a career, station chief wasn't enough... He immediately looked at Gao Chao, who was smiling: "Old Gao, what's the situation with Zhao Zilong?"

"They didn't tell me much about the specifics, but the time of death was basically the day you went to visit. I don't know anything beyond that. The municipal bureau has taken over this case, it has nothing to do with us, so don't worry about it. If you have time, look at the other three cases, study them when you're free. You have many tricks up your sleeve and a quick mind; who knows, you might be able to solve them all."

"Then you're overestimating me." Wang Yan waved his hand, "Get busy, I'm going to work."

Entering the building, he brewed new tea and continued with fingerprint comparison and image enhancement. Having done this for two consecutive months, the intensity was high, and the thieves in the jurisdiction had basically all been caught. Now he was dealing with companies, shops, and the like; someone had lost something, and these were naturally hard to solve because the fingerprints were too mixed. However, Wang Yan didn't care. Everyone has their own methods. Since they had provided fingerprints and surveillance, he would help process them.

Otherwise, he would have nothing to do, as the professional thieves were all inside. Theft and robbery in densely populated areas of Ping'an City had basically been wiped out; only occasionally would a few outsiders come to commit crimes. If they were unlucky enough to run into Balihe, they basically couldn't stay for three days.

His level of fingerprint analysis now was a qualitative improvement compared to two months ago; not only was his efficiency high, but he could also compare high-difficulty ones. It's just that being in a police station, there weren't that many high-difficulty ones for him to handle. Under normal circumstances, he could basically identify one in ten minutes.

After a busy spell, Li Dawei walked in with a drooping face and sat down in his seat.

Wang Yan laughed: "Don't worry, it's not certain yet whether your father participated in gambling. And even if he did, it's not a big deal, after all, you didn't know about it, so there's no major problem."

"I'm not worried about that; I just can't understand how I ended up with such a father." Li Dawei looked helpless, sad, and helpless.

"It's fate."

"Fate..." Li Dawei lay back, his mind wandering.

At this moment, Zhang Zhijie walked over, sat in Xia Jie's seat, and asked: "Wang Yan, I just heard our station chief say that the situation at Fengdan Bali is quite serious?"

"As long as we handle the case as quickly as possible and crack down on that property management company, getting back the money that was embezzled, then there won't be any major problems." Wang Yan repeated.

"Sigh, I know about that residential area's property management. This was my work error; I didn't expect the situation to be so serious. It's not like no one reflected this situation to me when I went there before; I just never paid enough attention."

Wang Yan laughed: "Brother Zhang, what does this have to do with you? We don't have law enforcement power over property management. We urged them to solve the problem, and they agreed on the surface, but then ignored us—what could we do? It was just that I discovered Fan Shiqing might be gambling and asked if he had embezzled public funds, and he got nervous, which is how all these things were pulled out."

"Besides, that manager probably played too big this year and lost too much, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to touch the property management money. Over five hundred thousand is not a small amount. Don't worry, Brother Zhang, I've already discussed the solution with the station chief. He'll start contacting them in the next two days, and you just need to follow the station chief and keep following up."

Embezzling over five hundred thousand is not a small amount. Fan Shiqing must have taken the lion's share, the accountant took a small portion, and the homeowners' committee was given some sweeteners. According to the standard of two yuan per square meter per month at Fengdan Bali, with unit sizes ranging from 70-80 to 140 square meters, taking a median value of 110 square meters, with 2,340 households, even if everyone paid in full, the property fees would be less than 6.2 million.

According to some information learned so far, many people haven't paid property fees for more than a year, but have been resisting the property management for years. The situation is very tense, and even if they haven't hired thugs to come to their doors, it's close, because Fan Shiqing has lost his mind from gambling, and he's capable of anything.

So, based on this situation, those paying property fees should be less than 80%, which leaves less than 5 million. Adding in the money embezzled by the senior leaders of that property management company under various pretexts, while still ensuring the normal operation of the property management, five hundred thousand is already quite a lot.

This is still under ideal circumstances; in fact, it's very likely that less than 70% pay property fees. This is a large-scale collective incident; only in this way can the property management be hesitant and afraid to act recklessly. If there were few people, they would have started using measures long ago—not letting them use the elevator, cutting off water and electricity, etc. If those didn't work, they might have really started attacking people. But it doesn't work with many people; if they are pushed too hard, and all the residents are incited, Fan Shiqing might be beaten to death by angry residents.

Zhang Zhijie didn't say anything more, patted Wang Yan on the shoulder, sighed, and went to the basement to work.

In fact, he was very disappointed because he felt that his community work was going quite well, but invisibly, such a big problem was brewing and fermenting. It would be strange if he felt good. But on the other hand, there was also the sigh that "each generation of talent emerges, and each wave is stronger than the last." Looking at Wang Yan's performance over the past two months, it could be called legendary. When he really finishes walking through the nearly 130,000 people of Balihe, that will be a legend.

Wang Yan only did his own work and didn't intend to hurt anyone, but the fact was that being too excellent was also a problem; it would always strike others. His TCM master skills could detect physical abnormalities, his years of practicing the art of observing people made it impossible for people to lie in front of him, his agile thinking, decisive judgment, and willingness to take responsibility—all these things made his work so outstanding. This was all the accumulation of his solid steps over the past thousand years.

It was all Wang Yan's fault; he was just too excellent...

Shaking his head and laughing, Wang Yan drank his tea and flipped through the case files again, finally deciding to study the 13-year-old 3-2-3 dismemberment case. After all, of the other two cases, one was 15 years ago and one was 18 years ago, so he should definitely pick the more recent one first.

The victim in this case was dismembered and the body parts were dumped in three districts: Guangming, Jinghai, and Yuhuatai. The body was violently dismantled and chopped into large pieces; all kinds of bones were forcibly chopped open, and even the most difficult head was smashed beyond recognition. As for the flesh on the body, it goes without saying—it was all chopped up and mixed together, which was extremely bloody and terrifying.

Even Wang Yan couldn't help but frown when he saw the photos in the case file. It wasn't that he couldn't adapt, but that this method was too crude, yet exceptionally bloody. He didn't like it very much...

After the body parts were examined by several forensic doctors working together, a conclusion was reached and a report was issued, judging the time of death to be between six and ten days, dying between March 13 and March 17, 2005.

Finally, after a considerable period of investigation, it was discovered that the victim was a second-hand car dealer in Balihe, Guangming District, named Yan Fulin. At that time, Balihe was a suburb with plenty of space, and it didn't cost much to get a large courtyard for second-hand cars. Of course, it is still a suburb now, although the Balihe jurisdiction is gone, there are still second-hand car trading markets in other jurisdictions.

At that time, Yan Fulin's wife reported him missing. Because the head had been smashed to pieces, it was unrecognizable. With Yan Fulin's wife reporting him missing and doing a DNA test for their child, his identity was confirmed. At the same time, it was discovered that 200,000 in cash was missing. That was taken out of the bank by Yan Fulin on the morning of March 15, eight days before the incident, and he had no trace after that, which successfully placed Yan Fulin's time of death on that day.

After a wide-ranging investigation, Yan Fulin himself had two mistresses outside and would occasionally visit prostitutes, but there were no disputes in these aspects, and there were even fewer cases of him being cuckolded. And Yan Fulin's wife was also quite honest, taking care of the children by herself. As long as the money was enough, she wouldn't argue or make a scene, and she didn't have any lovers or anything.

Although there were some disputes about second-hand car conditions being sold to others at high prices, it hadn't reached the point of killing. Moreover, that was 2005, and China's car ownership was only over 40 million, of which over 10 million were three-wheelers and various trucks and buses. At that time, those who were second-hand car dealers had to be people with a certain amount of strength. This Yan Fulin was naturally no exception; he was a player with a name in the underworld, much tougher than the car dealers of today.

Just like now, many second-rate, heartless car dealers who only rely on being ruthless and bad can make people suffer without anywhere to reason, let alone players like Yan Fulin in the early years. Even if he hadn't been dismembered, he would likely be missing now, and would have been sentenced to over ten years at the very least.

Besides these, there were other debt disputes, social relationships, etc., all of which were investigated, and a large circle of suspects was excluded. Even the crime scene was not found. This case was done three times, and it has not been solved to this day.

This crime scene was a big problem. Where was he killed? Was the money delivered by Yan Fulin himself, or taken by someone else? Most importantly, where was the body processed? After all, the scene was so bloody, and it required vigorous chopping, and the body was left exposed. It must have been undisturbed, very comfortable, unhurried, and Yan Fulin was chopped into pieces.

And they also left enough time to clean up the scene and eliminate traces before choosing a dark and windy night to run far away to several places, perhaps humming a little tune happily, one by one, just like that, throwing the body parts into the trash can, which were eventually discovered and gathered together.

The body eventually found by the police in the trash heap was actually incomplete; some had already been disposed of. According to the inference recorded in the case file, the dumping of the body took two days.

At that time, the special task force almost turned Balihe upside down. All slaughterhouses, meat stalls, etc., in the city were checked, but nothing was found. They just couldn't find it.

At the same time, there was another problem. The Ping'an City at that time was definitely different from the Ping'an City now. All around were one or two-story houses, and outside were all large wilderness areas, as well as a mountain range. To the south was the sea, and there was a river in the city.

Processing the body didn't have to be so troublesome. Throwing it into the mountains, throwing it into the sea, or sinking the person into the river like Zhao Zhenye and the others, or even digging a big pit in the surrounding wilderness to bury the person, were all good choices. Why did they have to chop Yan Fulin into pieces and dump the body parts into the trash cans concentrated in the city?

How much hatred and resentment did they have to be so ruthless? And there was also a sense of provocation toward the police. After all, the murderer could comfortably chop the body and stroll around to dump it, so it would be the right thing to work a little harder to dispose of the body in other places that were not easily discovered. There was no reason to dump it in the trash can; it was just a feeling of wanting to be discovered.

With the lesson of the Zhao Zhendong case, Wang Yan immediately combed through the investigation direction of the special task force. At that time, it mainly revolved around finding the interests. After all, for the missing 200,000 in cash, those who kill for money usually just kill the person and be done with it; they wouldn't be so bloody and troublesome. It's just that they still didn't find the main target of suspicion, they were just looking for contradictions, and invested a lot of police force to find the crime scene.

After carefully reading the case file with his brain and still finding nothing, Wang Yan shook his neck, stretched, looked at the time, it was already nine o'clock, and picked up his phone to sit there and reply to the endless messages.

At this time, he couldn't care if he was disturbing others' rest. After all, really speaking, the time he spent replying to messages in a day was limited: half an hour for breakfast, one hour for lunch, one hour for dinner, and then this period after finishing the work in his hands at night. At this time, one or two hours depended on his mood, but under normal circumstances, if there was nothing, he would reply until 10:30. If he found time during the three meals, he could reply for nearly five hours a day.

Basically, he could reply to over a thousand messages every day. For those not in a hurry, they had to wait for the next cycle; for those in a hurry, he would usually call them on the spot, and basically explain it in two or three minutes.

For efficiency, he even took the time to set up an automatic reply. His technology was there; whether it was text or voice messages, he could accurately identify them, skipping the chatting and the household registration questions—these had documents, so he just sent the documents over, plus his own interpretation, and basically solved the problem. When others asked, it was mainly because they didn't know what the specific requirements were and what materials needed to be prepared.

And although the household registration police of Balihe Police Station didn't have a very good attitude, they still did things.

A bad attitude is actually something that cannot be solved. Maybe they were all smiling at the beginning, but there were always some elderly people, or some other people, who couldn't hear clearly or speak clearly, and the communication efficiency was low. Asking again and again, the household registration work itself was repetitive, which wore down people's patience, and they had to constantly deal with this situation, so it was hard to have a good attitude.

There were also bank tellers, hospital nurses, various government windows, and railway department windows. The bad attitude of these people, more or less, had similar reasons. Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that they really looked down on others, really were players with eyes higher than the top, and had a bad attitude and worked passively...

There was no need to find anyone here in Balihe, and even line-cutting rarely happened. Of course, the police and auxiliary police in the station occasionally had some relatives and friends, and all kinds of greetings, which was definitely wrong, but it was also inevitable.

Chatting and asking about household registration questions accounted for a large part, and it was much easier for him to handle the rest. It's just that now he seemed to be developing in the direction of a free lawyer, and more and more people were asking him legal questions, all of which were referred to him. There were people from all over the place, which was his reputation being built, and his professionalism was recognized. Even if the conversation was difficult, people were waiting for round after round of cycles.

However, when adding WeChat, the program he set up would automatically send a message to people. That was a 15-second WeChat chat list screen captured in real-time, explaining the reason, attaching the phone number, and telling them to call if they were in a hurry. If they couldn't get through, they could send a text message, and he would call back.

According to the current trend, if he works for a few years, hundreds of thousands of people won't be able to stop it. The larger the base, the more people introduced. Without the later stage, as long as there are 5,000 messages looking for him every day, he won't be able to reply...

After another hour of busy work, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the day's work was over. He didn't see Xia Jie, because she was helping downstairs, and it must be until the second half of the night. But today their relationship had progressed by leaps and bounds, and Xia Jie really needed to adapt.

Wang Yan stood up, took his thermos to drink water, and looked at Li Dawei, who was still dejected, lying on the table diagonally opposite: "It's eleven o'clock, are you going back?"

"Not going back, I'll wait here for the result. I'm afraid I won't be able to go out and visit with you tomorrow, Brother Yan." Li Dawei was listless; the knife of family affection was still quite hurtful.

"It's not a big deal, relax, pay attention to rest."

After giving a word of advice, Wang Yan went to pour the tea in the cup, rinsed the cup, swayed out the door, drove his small car home, and ended another fulfilling day...

The next day, Wang Yan still woke up on his biological clock of hundreds of years, exercised and washed up, drove for a distance to eat shrimp wontons and potstickers, and then went to the station.

After a morning meeting, Wang Shouyi summarized the recent work and criticized Li Dawei's impulsiveness, saying he shouldn't have pushed his biological father in front of so many people, which was undisciplined. He also mentioned the current situation at Fengdan Bali and asked Gao Chao to hurry up and catch the eight homeowners' committee members today, and then the meeting was adjourned.

"About the matter you mentioned, I have already contacted Song Ju this morning. He said he would fight for it in the district to see if he could let people from the industry and commerce department check the accounts of the property management in our district. At the very least, our Balihe must be checked, and there must be an explanation."

"As for the matter of Fengdan Bali, just do as you said. We will go through the procedures for the embezzled money as soon as possible and contact their company to see how this money will be paid. There must be a result within a week. Now Song Ju is standing up for you, so work hard and don't make any mistakes."

Wang Yan waved his hand nonchalantly: "As long as the money can come back, there won't be any mistakes. I'm just afraid of dragging it back and forth, dragging it until the enthusiasm of the people is exhausted, and finally making a scene. Then it must be solved, right? Otherwise, why do they say it's distributed according to the noise?"

"Money is a big deal, otherwise I'm just talking empty words, and people won't believe me. You are clear about this, Station Chief. The premise of the people's trust is to be able to do things and do good things. If this matter is not handled well, the credibility and prestige I accumulated in Dongning Village and Xincheng Aofu will all be gone."

"It definitely can't drop the chain. Now Fengdan Bali is a hornet's nest. Whoever dares to drag their feet at this time, the district leaders and city leaders will deal with them. This time it belongs to the joint action of the industry and commerce department and our public security, procuratorate, and judiciary. If there is no explanation within a week, their company account will be frozen directly. As long as you don't drop the chain, there will be no problem."

"Absolutely no problem. Oh, by the way, Station Chief, is Li Dawei okay there?"

"The situation has been clarified. Li Yisheng did not participate; he said he went to collect debts. However, it should be reported, otherwise, if someone talks nonsense later, we will be passive."

"The station chief still has foresight."

"Alright, go to work."

Wang Yan responded with a smile, turned to his workstation, picked up his thermos to get hot water for tea, and prepared to start a new day of work. However, before starting work, he had to see Xia Jie. The relationship that had just deepened yesterday needed to be consolidated. He had just arrived and had a meeting, and after the meeting, Wang Shouyi pulled him to talk, so they hadn't communicated all morning.

At this time, Xia Jie and Officer Cheng were in the monitoring room, and they seemed to be doing some case. In this monitoring room, you could see the surveillance footage of the security cameras in the Balihe jurisdiction, access recordings, etc.

Unfortunately, Wang Yan had just arrived here and hadn't entered the door yet when he saw Sun Qiancheng walking over carefully. This was the police officer who went out to catch thieves with Li Dawei in the play, graduated from 985 and became an auxiliary police officer, working while preparing for the exam, just wanting to be a police officer.

"Brother Yan."

"Brother Sun."

The two called each other brother. Sun Qiancheng was the same age as Yang Shu, both 25, three years older than Wang Yan, but calling him brother was a title of strength. Not to mention him, some auxiliary police officers in their 30s in the station also followed suit and called him Brother Yan. Wang Yan had quite a lot of face in the station.

"What's wrong, seeing you so careful?" Wang Yan asked about the situation as if he knew nothing.

"Your Xia Jie yesterday..."

No matter what, Sun Qiancheng's speech was still very high-level. He explained the process of yesterday's incident and said, "Isn't this coming over aggressively again early in the morning, saying Xia Jie cursed her daughter, asking Xia Jie to apologize to her, otherwise she would complain, if the city doesn't work, go to the province, if the province doesn't work, go to the central government, anyway, that's what she said."

"What's wrong?" At this time, noticing the movement of the two outside, Officer Cheng walked out and asked.

"Officer Cheng, it's Dr. Wu from last night who came again, insisting that Xia Jie apologize to her." Sun Qiancheng said helplessly to Officer Cheng, feeling that this woman was too difficult to deal with.

Wang Yan looked at Officer Cheng, who was frowning, with a smile, and said: "Officer Cheng, just leave it to me. I saw Xia Jie get slapped by her yesterday. I'll go talk to her and see what's going on. Xia Jie, come out, Dr. Wu from yesterday is here, asking you to apologize. You come with me to see."

"She really came? I didn't do anything wrong, why should I apologize to her?" Xia Jie was 10,000 times incomprehensible and unreasonable.

"Then she came, what can you do?"

Looking at Wang Yan's indifferent appearance, Officer Cheng said worriedly: "I'd better go with you, in case something happens, I can cover for you."

"It's in the police station, there are surveillance cameras in the room, what can happen? Don't worry, Officer Cheng, I have more experience in this area. Besides, if we go with so many people, it seems like we are scaring her. She came with the mentality of making trouble, and if she feels we are scaring her, won't it be even more impossible to have a calm dialogue?"

Wang Yan waved his hand and took Xia Jie to follow Sun Qiancheng toward a small conference room in the back. Sun Qiancheng also put his heart into it, taking people to the back, just afraid that the matter would get bigger and spread out.

"Don't talk for a while, just sit there." Wang Yan instructed Xia Jie.

Xia Jie responded with a hmm, her interest was not very good. Others came to the door to ask her to apologize, of course, it was impossible to have a smile. It's just that she really couldn't understand where she went wrong. Not only did she help find the child, but she also received a slap, and now she actually had to apologize?

Soon they arrived at the door of the small conference room. Wang Yan gave Xia Jie a reassuring look, took her along the open door, and closed the door... ===== CHAPTER 787 =====